Paris has never gone without. Luxury cars, designer clothes, and a life of privilege - that's all she's ever known. Senior year is finally here, and all she wants to do is graduate and continue her carefree, glamorous life.
But her mother, Venus, sees something Paris can't. Behind all the privilege, her daughter has no responsibility, no grounding, and no real understanding of the world outside her bubble. Wanting better for her, Venus sends Paris 3,000 miles away to Detroit to live with her father - a decision Paris never saw coming.
Detroit is a completely different world. And that's where she meets Desmond.
He is everything Paris isn't. Raised in the streets, shaped by struggle, danger, and survival. They have absolutely nothing in common - except an instant pull neither of them can explain. She's smart, funny, beautiful, and softer than anyone he's ever met. And he's the kind of man her world taught her to avoid.
Still, he can't ignore what he feels.
Still, she can't stay away.
But Desmond's life isn't safe, and the last thing he wants is to drag Paris into the darkness he's grown used to. She doesn't belong in his world, and he definitely doesn't fit in hers.
Yet they say opposites attract...
and maybe it's their differences that make them dangerously, irresistibly compatible.
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Naomi Beaumont and Evelyn Winslow swore they were finished. Four years of silence should have buried what they once had-what they should never have had.
Naomi, now a sharp-tongued doctor in Los Angeles, hides behind her career and the fortress of the Beaumont empire. Love is dangerous, and she refuses to touch it again.
Evelyn has stayed in her home town with her 'husband' and two daughters, building a life that looks perfect from the outside, even if her heart is still chasing ghosts.
When Naomi's younger sister invites them both to her wedding in Italy, fate places them side by side for an entire month on a cruise. Amid the vineyards and narrow streets, beneath starlit skies and whispered family secrets, old wounds reopen-and old desires spark to life.
They promised themselves the past was behind them. But some loves don't fade.
Some loves bloom again, like butterflies-fragile, inevitable, and impossible to ignore.